The letter inside came from a man named Elias Rook.Five pages long. All of it bleeding with the kind of honesty that only shows up when you’re not going to survive the night. He followed orders. Stood where they told him. Carried the sword.Did everything right.And still, people died behind him. This isn’t a story… Continue reading Ashes speak louder than swords
I left this one on a desk. A plain one—fake wood, not trying too hard. The kind you sit at when you’re pretending to be okay. When you’re getting through the day but part of you is still somewhere else. Still waiting. The envelope is dark. The kind of brown that feels like old journals… Continue reading THE ONE WHO NEVER CAME BACK
A polite reminder from the deep that you are not built to handle her.Filed under: “Biological Relics / Oceanic Sleep Paralysis / Emotional Support Eldritch Beasts” Let me tell you about a creature that is older than the concept of your self-esteem. The Greenland shark is not swimming.She is drifting, gently and with contempt.A sentient… Continue reading Field Report: Long Sad Meat Tube
I wasn’t planning to leave anything that day. I wasn’t in the mood to ruin anyone’s afternoon. But sometimes the past calls your bluff, and sometimes it dares you to answer back with a typewriter and a grudge. So I did. I picked the book carefully. Breaking Dawn. The kind of love story that glorifies… Continue reading The Human Toenail
Angela brought a handwritten letter.Marlene responded with a typewriter. The topic?A cherry pie, a stolen chair, and the unholy audacity of calling hydrangeas hibiscus. Angela believes in community values. Marlene believes in microwave desserts and vengeance. This is no longer about Saturday’s gathering.This is about order. And flavor. And respect. Read them both. Then ask… Continue reading Casserole Politics
A classified-style briefing about Jupiter's general hostility toward being visited. Includes bullet points about its charming tendency to lack a surface, shred your ship into plasma, and contain a storm so petty it’s been spinning since before your grandma was born. Highlights include: Jupiter’s psychological basement, where your atoms get scattered A storm that outlives… Continue reading This Planet Needs Therapy
One fresh chaotic field note has officially been abandoned. This time, I left it nestled in the foliage like a cursed little space document just waiting for someone to make eye contact and feel the dread kick in. I mean, where else are you supposed to leave a letter about a gas giant that rains… Continue reading Saturn Got Filed and Left Behind (Sorry to the Plants)
I wasn’t sure I was going to count this one. It’s quiet. A little too soft around the edges. The kind of letter you only write when you’re not sure anyone’s listening. Orren Alderfall showed up like that. A weathered sort of bear. Kind eyes. Heavy shoulders. The kind of creature who’s been holding his… Continue reading I left something behind again. A little more of me, I think.
Left in the party aisle because of course it was. Right on top of the red napkins, beside glittery birthday banners. A cursed little packet of non-celebration.Inside: a bunch of scraps. Like someone tore pieces out of a report they weren’t supposed to have in the first place. One’s handwritten in blue gel pen. One… Continue reading DO NOT RETURN
Stop looking. Stop asking questions. Stop trying. You don’t understand what you’re doing. Forget you saw it. Forget me. It’s the kind of letter you find and instantly feel like you weren’t supposed to. Like something terrible is about to unfold, and the first domino was you. But it’s too late now. I wrote it… Continue reading llll\
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